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God gave mankind that old Rock and Roll
So maybe just maybe it can save my soul
God gave to mankind them old moody blues
So that my good friend is path I choose
So here I sit
And strum my guitar
And with each note
I wage holy war
I once met a man from Kalamazoo
Who bore on his arm an anchor tattoo
One day his lover
Ran off with his brother
Whatever was the poor man to do?

He sat down on a bus bound for Georgia
But somehow he wound up in Maine
And there he said "***** it."
He pretty well blew it
And got on a boat bound for Spain

When the captain was making his rounds
He saw the man grinding coffee grounds
And he saw the mans ink
And he stopped to think
"Is that man a part of the crew?"

That's when the captain's daughter came up
And asked the man if he could spare a cup
When the man met her eye
He nearly did die
For the beautiful woman he spied
I got bored of the hyper-freeform stuff. So I decided to write you all a little limerick.
I know what you're feeling
I've been there myself
I know what you're doing
But please don't shut me out
You say that you're done
You say you don't care
You're sick of everyone
And you feel so
Empty
Let me fill you
Let me be the one who pours
And though I'm confused
By why your anger came at me
I'm not about to leave you
So you're just stuck with me
I'm actually a little hurt
But I won't say that aloud
What happened to best friends?

I guess what I'm saying
Is that you can't face this alone
No.
You need support
You have friends
Let them
No.
Let US
Be therefor you
Some people have a thing that I call the "Doctor Phil Effect" people come to you with their problems. I have it. It's one of my gifts. But at some point, you can't take it anymore. You snap. Melt down. And sometimes you just push everything, and everyone, away. But that's not the best answer. The best thing you can do is find someone who will be there for you. Someone who will be strong for you. You need a friend.
He stands as a pillar of stone
A guard
At the door
To the passage
To his heart

He made his mistakes
Once
He won't again
No
Never again

Love cost him dearly
Now anger
Costs him
Love

She sits on her bed
And cries
All alone
Because the man
That she loved
Threw her away

Treated her like trash
For a woman who is

Love cost her dearly
Now hate
Cost her
Love

They sit
On opposite
Sides of the room
They don't talk
If they did
They would just
Fight
Again

Both sure that they're right
They won't compromise
So stuck in their ways
They just
Won't
Budge

Love cost them dearly
Now apathy
Cost them
Love

Love is not the
Warm fuzzies
When you're with them
It's commitment
It's compassion
It's forgiveness
It's pushing through to the end
True love starts
When the warm fuzzies are gone
What's left
Is
Love
Let me into your head
Let your thoughts wash over me
Like waves
Let me live on, for eternity
Share with me
Your ways

Take me beyond the iris
Past the pupil's supermassive black hole
Let me soar behind your beautiful eyes
The doorways to your soul

Let me touch your imagination
Let me feel the creative burst
Let me wrestle your fears
Let me sail through your tears
Let me live here, in your mind, immersed

Stand with me now in my wonder
In this place you alone understand
Though far off I do hear the thunder
Let me stay, let this be our wonderland
Only the dead have seen the end of war
Those that cross over to heavens eternal shore
Only the dead have seen the end of strife
And those that live on, live balanced on the knife

Only the dead can truly be at peace
In this world where the death will never cease
Only the dead can claim true victory
As death has brought an end to their story

Are not we all soldiers
In this war we wage with time?
Around us the whole Earth smolders
Yet we ever hold the line.
This poem was inspired by a quote from Plato (it's the first line) I spent some time thinking about it, and I found it's meaning to be multifaceted.
First, it's a statement on war specifically, but also on all human conflict. I believe this quote to be stating that man kind will never achieve world peace.
Second, to "see the end" of something means to fully understand the effects and consequences of something. And since the most notable consequence of war is death, only those who have died have experienced it's full measure.
I hope you have enjoyed the poem, and thank you for reading this unreasonably long note.
As my soles strike the concrete
My soul soars across the skyline
And I catch myself considering
The constant conflict of life,
I'm confounded
By the concept of beauty
By which we're surrounded

Then I see a skyscraper
And my mind goes ballistic
With a sudden epiphany

Each window holds a story
Of a person or a family
Facing challenges like me
And the whole of humanity
I stand there
Staggered
As I consider the potential
The knowledge
The beliefs
And I begin to entertain
The ludicrous notion
That maybe
Just maybe
The world isn't broken
If all of those windows
Set aside all adversity
We could face any problem
With the highest degree of certainty
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